Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Doorsopenedbehindthem,andsleepyvoicescalledafterthem.

           "Whoshouted?"

           "What’reyoudoing?"

           Thecommonroomwaslitwiththeglowofthedyingfire,stilllitteredwiththedebrisfromtheparty.Itwasdeserted.

           "Areyousureyouweren’tdreaming,Ron?"

           "I’mtellingyou,Isawhim!"

           "What’sallthenoise?"

           "ProfessorMcGonagalltoldustogotobed!"

           Afewofthegirlshadcomedowntheirstaircase,pullingondressinggownsandyawning.Boys,too,werereappearing.

           "Excellent,arewecarryingon?"saidFredWeasleybrightly.

           "Everyonebackupstairs!"saidPercy,hurryingintothecommonroomandpinninghisHeadBoybadgetohispajamasashespoke.

           "Perce—SiriusBlack!"saidRonfaintly."Inourdormitory!Withaknife!Wokemeup!"

           Thecommonroomwentverystill.

           "Nonsense!"saidPercy,lookingstartled."Youhadtoomuchtoeat,Ron—hadanightmare—"

           "I’mtellingyou—"

           "Now,really,enough’senough!"

           ProfessorMcGonagallwasback.Sheslammedtheportraitbehindherassheenteredthecommonroomandstaredfuriouslyaround.

           "IamdelightedthatGryffindorwonthematch,butthisisgettingridiculous!Percy,Iexpectedbetterofyou!"

           "Icertainlydidn’tauthorizethis,Professor!"saidPercy,puffinghimselfupindignantly."Iwasjusttellingthemallt

           ogetbacktobed!MybrotherRonherehadanightmare—"

           "ITWASN’TANIGHTMARE!"Ronyelled."PROFESSOR,IWOKEUP,ANDSIRIUSBLACKWASSTANDINGOVERME,HOLDINGAKNIFE!"

           ProfessorMcGonagallstaredathim